There he comes, it’s a rare sight, this is an endangered species and do not miss an opportunity to have a glance of this bloke, he rarely visits the college and is rather too early to arrive, be it occasion or vacation [Eminem – Without me in the dock]. The aforementioned where just a few amongst the various anecdotes that were attributed to me as i never missed an opportunity to absent myself from classes, although that did weigh on my internals well i never allowed it to interfere with my externals. I was humbled on that fateful day in the final year to have got a condonation in honour of my adventures in mastering the art of tactful bunking [Tina Turner’s Simply the best in the background]. I remember classroom was the place i could sleep peacefully without the fear of my mom waking me up or my brother flinging his bag on me when back from school. There were many a thing happening right in front of me and behind me, but somehow i was always reminded of the fact that “sleep is quintessential to success” so i was never bothered by the happenings around me. Then there was this Pink building [Aerosmith’s Pink is my fav color in the background] in the middle of an heavy traffic spot where souls wandered in white, some bright, some short, some tall and others playing ball, it truly was a ball of a time where five long years became legend. All this had a beginning around 8 yrs ago when 50 of the most brightest brains in the country, (self praise...who cares??), volunteered to be guinea pigs for this experiment of setting up the first law school in Kerala[Drowning Pool – Let the bodies hit the floor in the i-pod]. The first yrs were wasted in getting to know people, the next were spent in forming groups and what was left was spent in regret and other things.
There was this air of romance that swept over that attractive pink building, an air that mesmerised many a single into turning a couple. I remember clearly that the number of couples in the college outnumbered the figures i got in internals for law of crimes (don’t ask me how much that was, i can’t be bothered). The library of all places was more the park where you could sit and talk for ages without the expense of a coffee and be with the person you liked or pretended to like. Not even a CB from Mubarak would give you as much pleasure in spending time on the parapet of the pink building observing the happenings around you. There were relations of many kind, some strong, sum reinforced, sum with an expiry date and many based on a mistake. Ragging the most dreaded of all in law colleges was never a problem out here, considering we only made freshers treat us to a good meal and a smoke after with lemonade. Then there was this little trash can called the canteen where you would dump all your frustrations into keen ears and speechless walls with this aura of unanswered questions floating in thin air.
If it may please your Excellency, may the counsel proceed with his arguments …..?Much obliged your lordships. I wanna moot again. I still remember, mooting was more of a religion in my college, and if that’s the case, then I’m more than pleased to have been the Pope [Convener, Moot Court Society] for a brief period to regulate the conduct of that Sacred Cow . Those days I do remember, it was heaven to argue and defeat a few of those real haughty teams that turn up for a moot court. Being a new comer to the law skool fraternity in India, we were always the underdogs and no one expected us to win wherever we travelled, however, we had this remarkable quality of surprising everyone wherever we went; and I can proudly say I belonged to that era, the era of champions, glory days of an institution that rose high from humble beginnings. My first moot was one such tale of tourists in Calcutta who banked on one impeccable talent in my co-counsel and her flaring desire to set the courtroom on fire [Bloodhound gang – the roof is on fire on my system]. Being a corporate lawyer correction a student back again, it’s hard to compromise with reality that you are losing hair and showing signs of greying even before completing two years of work [I’m still single so this doesn’t actually apply to me]. But then do we have a choice?? Well I wanna jump out of this lecture hall in Soton for just a moment …get a loudspeaker climb up to the roof and yell “Your lordships …I AM INSANE”!!!!!! [“Freddie Mercury – I want to breakfree” in the background]….for this selfishly freakish moment, I did go back to thoughts of getting back my coloured long hair and some curls and piercings that I possessed…phew!!!!!*

*See Salmond on Jurisprudence of PervErsions Vol.1 pg.887 : If my observations have hurt any person living or dead, then that is purely intentional and you can do nothing about it, so get back to what you were doing and may your lame perversions rest in peace and trust me Salmond has nothing to do with this.